Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.